Percale …
Remember the percale? …
You were barely fifteen,
longings of suffering and loving,
of going downtown, to succeed
and forget the percale …
Percale …
Road of the percale …
You left your house
Maybe we heard wrong,
I only know that at the end
You forgot the percale…

The youth is gone…
Your home isn’t there…
And in the past, discarded
They’ve remained,
cowering
Your percale and my past …
The youth is gone
I no longer wait
Best to let be lost
The longings that have not been
And the percale dress …

To cry…
Why are you going to cry…?
Haven’t you lived,
haven’t you learned to love,
to suffer, to wait
and also to be silent…?
Percale …
They’re things about the percale …
Knowing that you are suffering,
Knowing that you’ll suffer even more
And knowing that at the end
You didn’t forget the percale…
Percale …
Sadness of the percale …